Vanessa: Palmer,
please, here I am on my knees.
What more do you want?
Palmer: More.
Much more.
Vanessa: I will do anything
you ask.
Palmer: Hmm.
The lieutenant should be here
any moment.
Vanessa: Palmer, I truly
beseech you, and have mercy.
Palmer: You want the same
mercy you showed your inamorato
when you killed him?
Vanessa: I explained,
that was an accident.
Palmer: Cold comfort
for Paolo, rotting in his grave.
Vanessa: Palmer, I'm asking
you, in the name of
our marriage --
Palmer: Our marriage is
a farce.
Now, mind you, I'm not standing
in judgment, because Caselli got
exactly what he deserved.
But now it's your turn.
You told stupid lies while
you were playing musical beds
with your hopped-up gigolo.
Can you tell me one reason why
I shouldn't turn over your taped
confession and watch you twist?
[Knock on door]
Palmer: Come in!
Hayley: Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
We totally hosed you.
Mateo: We got Junior next
time.
He's got the serve.
Hayley: And Jamie's not that
bad, either.
It's too bad Brooke had to bring
him home.
Adrian: And, you,
young lady, you've got
a killer serve.
Tina: No fear, no mercy.
Mateo: Don't turn your back
on her, man.
She's --
Adrian: Nolans.
Eliot: Hey, guys.
Man, this is beautiful.
A great day for a picnic.
Tina: Hey, Rev.
Adrian: Hey, Padre.
Eliot: Hey, Tina.
Adrian, how you doing?
Mateo: Hayley, I want
you to meet Rev. Freeman.
Eliot: Eliot, please.
Hayley: Oh.
Eliot: You must be Hayley,
Mateo's fiancée?
Hayley: Right on both counts.
This is my little brother,
Junior.
Eliot: Hey.
Junior: Hey.
Tina: The Rev volunteers down
at the community center.
Mateo: And we play basketball
Thursday nights.
Eliot: He shoots, he scores.
I dribble.
Hayley: So Mateo told
you that he wants you to do
the honors at our wedding?
Eliot: He did, mm-hmm.
Hayley: Did he tell you that
we've had two other weddings?
Eliot: , Two weddings?
Hayley: Well, I know it
sounds flaky, but --
Eliot: Sounds like you two
can't get enough of
a good thing.
Becca: Scott, you want me
to marry you?
Scott: Yes.
Becca, I know it's sudden,
but think about it.
In September, I got to take off
for film school in New York,
and it'll take the whole summer
for us to find a place
to crash in.
We got to set up.
Becca: I mean, your father
just died.
Do you really think that
you should be making any big
decisions that are going
to change the rest of your life?
Scott: Yes.
It's our time.
And we got to grab it.
Becca, say you'll marry me.
Say yes.
Adam: Why didn't I listen
to you, Stuart?
You knew your heart better than
I did.
Why didn't I believe you?
Stuart: It's Marilyn.
I'll let her in.
[Knock on door]
Tad: Hello?
Listen, it's me.
I'm the guy that screwed up
your wedding.
Esther: Don't go out
there, Stuart.
He's a maniac.
Stuart: He sounds like
somebody I know.
Esther: Sure, you know him.
It's that hound dog Elvis.
He wrecked our wedding.
[Knock on door]
Tad: Hello?
Listen, if it's all right, I was
kind of hoping I could come
in and speak with you
and the groom.
Stuart: We can't just leave
him out there.
Esther: I'll have a word
with him.
You stay here.
Stuart: But I want to know
what he looks like.
Esther: He's just
a cuckoo bird.
Stuart: Oh.
Esther: Yoo-hoo,
Mister, are you still there?
Tad: Yeah, I am.
I was hoping that you would give
me a chance to apologize.
Esther: That's not possible.
We're in seclusion.
Tad: Oh.
I understand.
Well, listen, I just want
you to know that I'm very
sorry, ok?
I didn't mean to mess up the big
day for you.
Fact is lately I seem to have
a talent for dropping
into people's lives
unintentionally and
hurting them.
And as much as I'd like to be
the king for the day, I'm not
exactly anybody's idol.
Especially at home.
Truth is last time I tried
to help the people I care about,
I hurt somebody and a dear
friend of mine ended up dead.
So I don't blame you.
You go ahead, keep those windows
and doors locked.
I wouldn't wish me on
my worst enemy.
Stuart: Esther, maybe
we should let him in.
Maybe there's something we can
do for him.
He sounds so sad.
Mateo: How do we get going
on the wedding?
I mean, having you officiate?
Eliot: Ok, but first of all,
I'd like to meet with you both
and just kind of, you know,
get a feeling for who you are
as a couple -- your goals,
your expectations --
Adrian: Hey, can't you just
pencil them in for June
or whenever?
Eliot: Well, I get the right
of first refusal.
Tina: Well, it sounds like
you're going to check them out
for factory defects
or something.
Mateo: Yeah, we have
the normal wear and tear.
Hayley: Yeah, we have
a lifetime warranty.
Eliot: You know,
a marriage certificate doesn't
guarantee you're going to live
happily ever after, you know?
So I like to speak with
my couples beforehand.
Adrian: Yeah, that way
you don't get sued for
malpractice in case
the wedding tanks.
Eliot: I take it very
personally, the couples that
I marry, and so if I sense that
they're not on the same page,
then, well, I don't pass
judgment, but I will pass
on doing the wedding.
Tina: Oh, that's wild.
So every couple at you've
walked down the aisle with,
then none of them have ever
gotten a divorce?
Eliot: Nope.
But then again, I've only been
an ordained minister for a few
years --
Hayley: Well, you know,
Mateo and I don't have anything
to prove to anybody, but
we'd be happy to show you how
happy we are with one another.
Eliot: Whoa! Hey!
Watch this one.
Tina: Oh!
Mateo: Nice wrist action.
Adrian: The man knows how
to throw a Frisbee.
Tina: Hey, do you want to get
a game up?
Eliot: Keep away. You're it.
Tina: No!
Adrian: Watch out.
Tina: I wasn't ready.
Adrian: No fear, no mercy.
Let's go. Come on.
Scott: I met up with Marian
at my dad's grave.
She helped me to realize, to see
that life is too unpredictable
to put on hold.
I don't want to wait a year
or five years or 10 years when
I know that I will -- I'll
always feel the same way
about you.
Becca: Scott, I was totally
not expecting this.
Scott: Why?
I've told you.
I've told you I'm in love
with you.
But you've never told me back.
Becca: Well, I just --
I didn't want to say anything
that I wasn't sure of.
I've never been in love before,
and I don't know how it feels.
Scott: Well, how do you feel
about me?
Becca: Well,
you're incredibly smart,
and you're dedicated,
and so much fun.
I can tell you anything.
Scott: That's you, not me.
Becca: I can think
of a million reasons why
I should marry you.
Scott: Except for one --
you don't love me.
Becca: Scott, you're the kind
of guy that I've always
dreamed about.
I just -- I don't know if I'm
ready to get married to anyone.
Scott: What if I was Leo?
Derek: Is everything ok?
Palmer: Well, I wish I --
wish I could report that all
is well, but unfortunately,
my poor wife is -- well,
she's so upset about her son's
arrest for murder that she's --
well, she's become careless.
Derek: And?
Palmer: Did you find what
you were looking for,
dear, the missing earring?
Vanessa: Oh.
No. No.
I'm afraid it's lost.
Palmer: Aw.
What a pity.
Derek: Palmer, you call me
over here saying you have some
new information on Paolo
Caselli's murder.
Palmer: Indulge me,
Lieutenant, please.
I have too much time
on my hands.
You see, in -- well,
in ruminating about
the circumstances surrounding
Caselli's death, how often,
that is, in your experience are
the unjustly accused
punished and then the guilty are
set free?
Derek: Sometimes,
but not often.
Palmer: But it happens.
I mean, the fox does outsmart
the hounds.
Well, take Vanessa.
You see, she protests that Leo
is innocent.
Derek: Well, nobody wants
to believe that a loved one is
capable of murder.
Palmer: My quandary
in a nutshell.
Derek: Mr. Cortlandt,
well, thanks to budget cuts,
the Pine Valley Police
Department is overworked
and understaffed.
So we don't have a lot of time
to just sit around discussing
criminal theory.
Palmer: Well, consider me
at your service.
Derek: Fine.
Bottom line -- can you prove
that Leo Du Pres didn't kill
Paolo Caselli?
Palmer: Without a doubt.
Palmer: Now, you heard
the Lieutenant, Vanessa.
He wants proof that Leo didn't
kill Caselli.
Derek; If proof exists.
Palmer: I assure you it does.
Derek: Then show it to me.
Palmer: Well, perhaps it
would be better if I turned
the evidence over to
Leo's attorney.
Then he can advise me what
the best course would
be to take.
Derek: Palmer, did you call
me up here just to yank
my chain?
Palmer: No, just to tell
you that I have discovered
a loophole large enough for Leo
to walk through and hang
the real culprit.
Derek: You know,
Mr. Cortlandt, you have
a reputation for playing
hardball with your adversaries.
Well, I am no corporate shark,
but there is no business bigger
than murder and I won't stand
around here while you play
head games.
Palmer: Lieutenant, I don't
want you to mistake a sincere
warning as a bluff.
But if you hope to make chief
one day, I would advise
you to rethink your case against
Du Pres.
Vanessa: Oh, Palmer.
Palmer, darling.
Oh, I knew you wouldn't go
through with it.
Thank you, thank you --
Palmer: Shut up, woman!
I'm not through with you yet.
Becca: Scott, Leo has nothing
to do with you and me.
Scott: Well, then you're
in major denial or haven't been
paying attention, Becca.
Becca: What's that supposed
to mean?
Scott: Well, it's obvious.
Becca: Not to me.
Scott: Leo's got this -- this
bad-boy thing going on.
He's a rebel without a cause,
and becca, the country girl,
is hooked on his dark side.
You better be careful.
Because he's messed up,
he can't love anybody.
You get too close to him or try
to change him, he's going
to kick you all the way
to the curb.
I love you too much to watch
you get hurt like that.
Becca: Scott, wait.
Eliot: Becca!
Oh, I should've had it.
White men can't jump.
Adrian!
Something got you down?
Becca: Is it true what
they say?
Eliot: Is what true?
Becca: Are good girls
attracted to bad boys?
Esther: You know,
Stuart, I'd really like to help
this Elvis guy, I really would,
but today is my wedding day
and it didn't work out.
I mean, I can hardly hold myself
together, I'm so tied up
in knots inside.
So, I mean, would you really
think that I was selfish
and mean if I just asked him
to go away?
Stuart: No.
Heck, no.
You don't have a selfish or mean
bone in your body.
Esther: Mr. Elvis, um --
we accept your apology,
and we really think that
the best thing is for you to go
back to where you came
from and try to fix things up
with your family.
I mean -- and don't fret
about us.
We'll be ok.
Tad: You sure you're not
trying to make me feel better?
Esther: No, no.
We'll be fine, really.
Tad: Well, all right.
Well, listen, you ever need
anything, my name is --
Esther: There's nothing!
Tad: Well, I wish you all --
I wish you both all the luck
in the world.
Stuart: Esther, can I get
you something?
A glass of water, maybe?
Esther: Oh, no, thanks.
I'm not thirsty.
Now, tomorrow we'll find us
a real justice of the peace
and then we'll get married
and everything will be
hunky-dory.
Right, Stuart?
Stuart: I'm not so sure.
Esther: What?
Stuart: Well, I'm just
thinking maybe we're not
supposed to get married again.
Esther: Stuart, why are
you saying that?
Stuart: Because,
when something is really
supposed to happen,
it usually happens.
Except maybe like it's supposed
to be a sunny day and you get
rain or a rainy day and you get
sun or vice versa.
Esther: Stuart, what
in heaven's name are
you talking about?
Stuart: I'm just -- I just
mean that maybe -- maybe we're
not supposed to get married.
We tried to fix it up, and it
just didn't pan out.
First there was the guy,
the Elvis guy, that got you all
flustered.
And just maybe we're not
supposed to get married again.
Hmm?
Like the forecast was
for a wedding and got
rain instead.
It got rained out.
Or maybe something else,
something you haven't
told me yet.
There is something else,
isn't there?
Esther: There's nothing
I haven't told you, Stuart.
It's just that I get these
panic attacks.
I mean, I can't control them.
It's like there's a lightning
storm in my brain, and I can't
think straight, and I forget
to breathe, and my heart starts
going a million miles a second.
Stuart: That doesn't sound
like panic.
That sounds like love.
You must love me an awful lot
if your body starts getting
the shaking shimmies.
Makes me feel like a jillion
feet tall.
Esther: Yeah, well,
careful you don't go through
the roof.
Stuart: Hey, I know.
I've got a wonderful idea.
We're already married, right?
We did the Mr. and Mrs.
stuff, so what if we just made
up our own wedding ceremony?
Esther: Right here?
Now?
Stuart: Sure.
Why not?v
Esther: Well, no reason,
I guess.
Stuart: We say what's really
in our hearts instead of what
some Elvis guy who doesn't even
know us thinks we should say.
What do you say?
Esther: I think it's
the sweetest idea thought up
by the sweetest man
in the world.
Stuart: You want to go first?
Esther: Well, I pretty much
know what I'm going to say.
I've been waiting practically
my whole life to say it.
Adam: "All is for the best
in this best of all
possible worlds."
That was you, Stuart.
That was your world.
In your world, there were
no stray cats,
no war, no bad guys.
In your world,
every kitten had a home,
peace broke out daily,
and there were plenty
of good guys.
I didn't know where to look
for them.
And you knew where to look
for them.
Unfortunately, in my world,
evil prevails.
I'm living proof of that.
I've broken every commandment
there is.
While my kinder, gentler, self
never hurt anyone.
And here you lie under
the ground and I'm still up here
cursing the life that you loved
so much.
The saint goes up in flames
and the sinner survives.
Now, what kind of a moral does
that give us?
what -- what do we learn
from that?
Is there any justice?
If god could stop playing
his cosmic jokes,
you'd be up here, Stuart,
and I'd be down there.
And you'd be loving me,
missing me,
wishing you could take my place.
Hayley: You know, this is
the kind of day Uncle Stuart
always loved.
The sun was shining, not a cloud
in the sky.
Junior: You think maybe
we could go see his grave?
Hayley: I think that's
a great idea.
You want to come?
Mateo: Ok. Yeah.
Maybe we can pick some flowers
or something, you know?
Hayley: Yeah, there's that
big, empty field behind
the boathouse with all
those daisies.
Junior: Ok.
Hayley: We're going to put flowers on Uncle Stuart's grave.
Adrian: We'll stay behind - do the KP duty.
Mateo: All right.
We'll catch up with you later.
Tina: Nonfiction, huh?
Adrian: Yeah.
I like biographies.
People are always easier
to understand when they're
between two covers.
Of a book.
Oh.
Hey, did I mention that Mateo
and I met with the insurance rep
to go over the employee benefit
packages?
Tina: Really?
Adrian: Yeah.
They're fully loaded, I got
to tell you --
medical, dental, pension,
life insurance.
They even cover eye exams.
You know what?
The co-pay is so small,
you don't even feel the bite.
Tina: Cool.
Adrian: So, what about that
benefit package with the
record company?
Tina: About the same but they cover the co-pay.
Adrian: So, I guess all
the benefits are pretty
even, huh
Tina: Yeah.
Adrian: So, all
considered, just exactly what is
it going to take to get
you to stay at S.O.S.?
Tina: I don't know.
What do you got?
Eliot: You scared me, Becca.
For a minute there, I thought
you were going to tell me
you were pregnant.
Becca: It would have to be
the immaculate conception.
Eliot: It's been know n
to happen.
Becca: You always do that.
Eliot: What?
Becca: Always make me
feel better.
Eliot: Well, you know,
some preachers just don't happen
to be the fire-and-brimstone
types.
Becca: You'd tell me,
Rev. Freeman, if you thought
I was going to hell,
wouldn't you?
Eliot: Well, don't let
anybody from my divinity school
hear that I said this, but part
of me believes that
the existentialists got
it right --
hell is other people.
Becca: Then I'm cooked.
Eliot: Not necessarily.
Becca: Rev. Freeman,
back home in my dresser drawers,
I have 12 perfect attendance
Sunday school pins.
12 Years of devotion,
obedience, loyalty to God.
Eliot: And you haven't missed
a service since I came
to Good Shepherd.
Becca: So I should want to be
attracted to a guy who has
12 perfect Sunday school
attendance pins in his drawer,
too, right?
Eliot: Theologically correct.
Becca: Then there must be
something wrong with me.
Eliot: Absolutely.
Tad: Hey.
You still angry at me,
like everybody else?
Marilyn: The wedding screw up
wasn't all your fault.
Cherry pie?
Tad: Yeah.
Sure. Thanks.
Marilyn: It's obvious
the lovebirds don't get out
of their cage too much.
Tad: Hmm.
Marilyn: Go on.
Tad: Thanks.
Marilyn: Dig in.
Tad: You don't know how right
you are.
I never even got to lay eyes
on them.
Marilyn: Well, the groom is
kind of an odd duck.
For starters, he's lost
his memory, totally.
He doesn't even remember that
he's got this wife that's crazy
about him.
I mean, how sad is that?
Tad: Poor guy must
be devastated.
Marilyn: His brain's a little
scrambled, but don't get me
wrong -- he's not dumb.
He's kind of special.
Like, here, see, he drew this.
Tad: Kind of familiar.
He's got a lot of talent --
your friend, I mean.
It's kind of nice.
You mind if I keep this?
Marilyn: Yeah.
It'll be a souvenir
of your short stay here in this
desert oasis.
Tad: Thank you.
Speaking of which, what do
you do for kicks around a place
like this?
Marilyn: We hold cockroach
races, watch the paint dry,
OD. On pie.
Tad: Hmm.
So what keeps you here?
Marilyn: Something that
he said -- the napkin artist.
Boy, he really got my number.
I was going to run away
to Vegas -- you know,
bright lights, big city --
but he stopped me.
Tad: How?
Marilyn: He said that
whatever it is I'm looking
for is not out there,
it's in here, in my heartland,
and that I have to take care
of the people that love me
and the ones that I love
because you never know when
the next time you say hello is
really going to be good-bye.
When he lost his memory,
he really lost himself,
his whole life.
What's the matter, city boy?
No sarcastic remark?
No snappy comeback?
Tad: No.
Sounds like a smart man,
your friend.
And I should know.
I made exactly the same mistake.
And here I am, because I risked
everything -- my wife
and my family.
Marilyn: A hotshot
know-it-all like you didn't
know better?
Tad: No, I guess not.
I made the number-one mistake
you can make in my business.
I believed my own press,
thought I was the guy with all
the answers and everybody else
was just some sort of
deluded chump.
Marilyn: Tough break.
Tad: Yeah.
Excuse me for a second,
would you?
I want to make a phone call.
I'm kind of homesick.
Tad: Hello?
Can anybody hear me?
Jamie?
Junior?
Honey?
Dix, if you're there, come on,
pick up the phone,
sweetie, please?
I -- I really want to talk
to you.
I miss you very much.
I wanted to see if --
if you could help me undo some
of the mistakes that I made.
Stuart: You ready?
Esther: You go first.
You're better with words.
Stuart: But you remember more
words than I do.
That makes us even.
Then I'll go first.
Age before beauty.
We've had a fine life.
We have a really nice place
to live.
And we have something to look
forward to --
the life we had.
The way we were together before
I had my accident.
So,
I can't make any real promises,
I guess, but I can make
a wish --
that I'll be everything that
you remembered,
everything you loved,
and everything that you need
me to be.
We'll just stay right here
and I'll work really hard,
and someday when I'm flipping
flapjacks or nailing up a loose
board or something, I'll look up
and I'll see you, and the life
we had will come rushing back
to me, full of lights and color
and memories.
I can't wait to remember you.
Well, that's -- that's it.
You're next.
Esther: I was lost
in the dark before I met you,
Stuart, and then it was as if,
you know, someone came along
and switched on the light.
I learned to dance by the light
of the moon.
I heard music unwrapping
a chocolate candy bar.
You've made me feel safe
and warm and loved.
And I never dreamed that I was
going to have a life,
Stuart, until I met you.
And I pray that when you get
your memory back, if you get
your memory back, that you will
remember how much we meant
to each other.
Amen.
Palmer: Our marriage was
nothing more than a social
stepping stone, a mutual
back scratch.
But when you sank your claws
into Caselli, you invalidated
that contract.
Now, I have every right to throw
you out on the street with only
the clothes on your back,
and I am -- ooh -- one step
from doing just that.
Vanessa: But you wouldn't.
Palmer: You know me too well.
The fate I have in store
for you is worse than you could
ever possibly imagine.
Palmer: You see,
Vanessa, these are my
conditions.
I'm not going to divorce you.
Vanessa: Oh, Palmer.
Oh, thank you, darling.
You won't regret it.
Palmer: But I am going to cut
you off without a cent,
and, of course, your credit
is canceled.
Oh, I will grant you a small
weekly stipend until you prove
yourself to be worthy of being
Mrs. Palmer Cortlandt.
Vanessa: Well, how long will
this probation last?
Palmer: Long as I see fit.
Vanessa: Well, you know,
darling, that really isn't quite
fair, because to keep up
appearances, I'll have expenses.
Palmer: You're already
overdrawn.
And furthermore, you will
volunteer your services
at the local community center.
That is, to help the poor
and the destitute just
as a reminder of where you're
going to end up if you ever
cross me again.
Vanessa: All right,
Palmer, this is really too much.
I refuse because it would be
humiliating.
Palmer: You will do as I say
or else.
Vanessa: Or else what?
Palmer: Or else I will call
Lt. Frye back and I will tell
him that you killed
Paolo Caselli.
I will also make another call
to "The Pine Valley Bulletin"
and make the following birth
announcement --
revealing the true identity
of Leo's not-so-proud papa.
Vanessa: You know?
Palmer: Oh, yeah.
I've known for quite some time.
Vanessa: You wouldn't tell.
Palmer: Well, that's for me
to know and for you to find out.
I own you, madam,
body and soul.
Adrian: You like playing
games, one against the other.
Tina: It's not a game.
It's what my life was never
about when I was growing up.
I had nothing, so I had
no choices.
Adrian: Yeah, you did.
You had two -- remain stagnant or rise above.
Consciously or unconsciously,
you chose to move forward
and rise above.
Tina: All right.
And now I've got choices galore.
So, which way do I go?
Eliot: Becca, your basic
flaw -- not fatal, forgivable --
is that you're human.
Which means that all your plans
for perfect attendance don't
count in the real world.
Becca: They don't?
Eliot: Life happens when
you're not watching.
It's like a sneak attack
or a wonderful surprise.
Only you get to determine which.
Becca: Well, what if I don't
want to decide?
I mean, what if I'm not ready?
Eliot: Well, then you just
take it one day at a time until
you know in your heart that
you're being true to yourself
and your one true love.
Stuart: Well, I'd better --
I got to go do my shift
at the Queen of Hearts.
Got to keep working,
save our money if we're going
to keep on moving on.
Esther: Oh, I'll go with you.
Marilyn: Do you want
anything else?
Tad: No.
I'm fine, Marilyn, thanks. Appreciate it.
Marilyn: Well, I hope
you find what you're
looking for.
Tad: Thank you.
You, too.
Marilyn: Thanks.
[Tad looks up and Dixie is standing watching him]
ON THE NEXT . . . . ALL MY CHILDREN
Greenlee: What happened here
last night?
I'm not leaving until you tell
me everything.
